In the rat village in the middle of the night, the torches are like a forest and the light is bright.

Hundreds of people in the village couldn't sleep, and although everyone had been tired for a day, they were all mobilized to clean up the battlefield outside the village.

Because the chaos in the Black Forest is over.

Zhou Qingfeng hung his arms around his neck, standing in front of a tall human skeleton, silent.

The skeleton was left by old Hughes. Under the light of the torches, its hollow eye sockets, remnants of armor, and scattered personal belongings can be seen.

When he first arrived in the Black Forest, Zhou Qingfeng knew such a character from various rumors. It was it that betrayed Todd, it was the one who took refuge in the evil god, it was the one who worked hard for the goblin, and it was he who was finally chosen by Bane to fight with Zhou Qingfeng.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't know this person.

"How's your injury?" In the midst of the hectic crowd, Inisha walked over. She glanced at Zhou Qingfeng's two hands hanging from his neck, and then focused on examining the charred injury on the young man's shoulder.

When he was desperate with Lao Xiusi, Zhou Qingfeng's hands were dislocated. He didn't realize it at first, but then he realized that the two couldn't do it manually.

Fortunately, there was nothing else in the 'coalition army', everyone had the ability to straighten their bones, and the old dwarf came over and pinched him twice, and then hung his arm around his neck.

"My hand is fine, but my shoulder hurts a lot." When Zhou Qingfeng spoke, his expression was sluggish.

The dark spear grazed Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, not only destroying his sludge monster leather armor, but also carbonizing a layer of his skin with a slight rub. The charred flesh looked as if it had been burned by fire, and the dwarf witch doctor gave him some medicine, but nothing improved.

"You have been hit by a weapon given by the evil god, and the herbs are ineffective."

Inisha opened the wound on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder and cleaned up all the rotten herbs that the old dwarf had dressed. She also removed the original charred skin, and cold sweat broke out on Zhou Qingfeng's forehead, moaning in pain.

"Bear with me." Inisha looked at the wound, "The aura of the evil god has invaded your body, you need to find a high-ranking priest." Unless you give in to Bane, you will be surrounded by pain for the rest of your life. ”

Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "How can there be any high-level priests in this ghost place? ”

Inisha took a closer look at Zhou Qingfeng's face. The teenager's spirit was very bad, and he was accompanied by a high fever. But it was he who led this desperate battle in the Black Forest, and wiped out a catastrophe of annihilation.

"Victor, are you willing to owe me a favor?" Mature woman looking into the eyes of the teenager.

Well......?

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Inisha strangely.

This woman is like a pearl in the world, very different. The boy was helped by her many times, so that he could repeatedly save the day. For example, in the daytime battle, Zhou Qingfeng almost died under the sword of the undead assassin, but she suddenly killed her opponent and killed her opponent.

It's just that Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand what a woman meant?

Inisha shook her head again and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, it depends on what happens to Old Xius today, if the humans in the Black Forest are really controlled by the Bane Church, everyone will lose their freedom." Your efforts have saved everyone's fate, but in fact, I owe you a favor. ”

As she spoke, Inisha took out a small, sealed bottle from her pocket.

When the cork is uncorked, a faint aroma wafts out, and it smells ...... 'tears of lovers'.

"What are you doing with the perfume?"

"Fool, it's not a perfume."

"What is it?"

Inisha poured the bottle with a smile, and a drop of dew-like water fell on the wound on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder. The water droplets smell elegant, but when they reach the wound, they are like falling on a hot oil pan, crackling and bursting with blood.

The epidermis of the shoulders had long since been charred, revealing the blood-red muscles underneath. At this moment, the muscles twitched spasmodically, and the black qi hidden in them came out, entangled and entangled.

When the wound was opened, Zhou Qingfeng broke out in a cold sweat in pain. Now he was screaming in pain, collapsed weakly, and even rolled on the spot. In order to prevent his wound from tearing, Inisha had to lean over and hold him down, trying to calm him down and not let him move.

After a while, Zhou Qingfeng asked with a crying voice, "What is this?" ”

"Holy water from the Temple of Life. I mixed it up with 'Tears of Lovers'. It has been up to me for ten years to rid the Black Forest of evil and resist chaos. ”

Inisha wiped the cold sweat from her forehead for Zhou Qingfeng, "Bear with me, it can help you remove the influence of the evil god." ”

After the pain, Zhou Qingfeng really felt that his shoulders were no longer hot and uncomfortable, his body was much more comfortable, and even his spirit became invigorated. But Enisa shook her head and said, 'It's not completely removed,' and dropped the holy water from the vial on his shoulder.

The feeling of torment in the oil pan reappeared, even more intensely than the previous one. Zhou Qingfeng's pain was completely uncontrollable, and he kept struggling on the ground, screaming endlessly.

In order to suppress Zhou Qingfeng, Inisha had to ride on his waist.

Zhou Qingfeng struggled desperately in pain, turning upside down. The woman could only comfort him not to move, and at the same time forcibly suppressed him so that the wound would not worsen. After tossing like this for a while, when the wound on the shoulder was treated, both of them were sweating profusely and tired.

Zhou Qingfeng lay on the ground panting, weak. The pain just now brought tears to his eyes.

Inisha finished her treatment and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She looked at the completely empty bottle in her hand and sighed slightly, "You will rest, get up and move when you have the strength, and remember to re-bandage the wound." I'm going to get busy, I'll see you later. ”

The woman straightened the corners of her messy clothes and got up to leave.

Zhou Qingfeng lay down for a while, and found that there were many more people around to watch the excitement at some point. Even his horse leaned over and looked at him with curiosity—it was obviously a skeletal war horse, and the monster's head was really curious.

"Master, are you done?"

"What kind of are you talking about?"

"I didn't expect the owner to be ridden one day."

"Shadow, you owe it, don't you? Give you a chance to reorganize your speech. ”

"Master, you just like that like a virgin for the first time, the pain even shed tears, but a few more times you said it was so cool."

"Dead horse, shut up!"

"I can't imagine that the owner likes to be ridden by women. Tut-tut...... this fetish is wonderful! ”

"You dead horse, I'm going to kill you!"

Uncle Zhou jumped up from the ground and ran in a circle for a thousand meters after the skeleton war horse. 'Swift Shadow' ran away, almost losing his strength from the tiredness of the boy, and returned to his original position.

Several villagers were dismantling the bones of Old Hughes, the armor on which seemed to be still functional, and a few silver coins were found in the remaining fragments.

The old dwarf Borg was sighing towards the bones, Zhou Qingfeng walked over and asked angrily, "What are you sighing for?" ”

"Old Hughes is not a bad person."

"Don't talk nonsense, I hate the trash plot where every bad guy dies and is found to be excusable. A bad guy is a bad guy, just die happily, and those who survive are naturally good guys. ”

Zhou Qingfeng talked nonsense.

The old dwarf still sighed: "Xius has always wanted to unify the entire Black Forest, he has dreamed of this all his life, and all kinds of methods have been used, but in the end he still failed. I'm not saying nice things about him, I'm not justifying him, I'm just a little ......"

"It's probably fate." The old dwarf didn't say anything in the end, but 'something'. It shook its head and walked away.

The alienated bones were dismantled by swords and axes and thrown into bonfires to burn.

Before dawn, the battlefield outside the village returned to normal. When the sky became dark again, the village and outside became quiet again. But everyone's mood has become relaxed, the war is finally over, and everyone can sleep well.